Never underestimate yourself.

You could possibly miss your true power, beauty, talent, and strength.

Just like a clue to a mystery, it could be right in your face,

but you are too shy or oblivious to see it.

If you underestimate yourself, you’ll be stuck in this parallel universe

where you can’t see clearly.

When you underestimate yourself, you only see half of yourself.

You aren’t complete. You are incomplete.

Never underestimate yourself.

Never underestimate me!

Through it all, You were ever near.

I stood alone, unaware that You were beside me.

I was oblivious to the arms holding me upright.

When my legs should have given out, I still stood,

propped up on Your shoulders.

When the battle cry rang out and pierced my earstremors overtook my body.

I felt frozen in fear, yet Your warmth thawed me out.

Your breath melted away the terrors which stranded me.

The horror dripped and fell away from my body.

Yet my arms were too wounded to hold the sword.

I struggled to grasp it, my fingers were weak and merely slipped about the

handle. Still You held me, breathing into me when I should have died of my wounds.

You took the sword in Your own right hand,

and stormed against the enemy, defending me from my

foes. You, my King, fought for this peasant.

You were exposed, so that I could be protected.

I watched as the enemy ripped You apart.

I saw You fall down and die, and I fell to my knees,

unable to cope.

What love? What purpose was there in a King dying for a child who

couldn’t even survive on its own?

I rolled on the ground in deathly sorrow. My eyes sore and red with tears.

My legs had given out, my wounds were bleeding again,

and my lungs collapsed, no longer able to breathe.

Just as the foes came near, just as I had lost faith,

Rays of Light came down through the darkness.

It struck my enemy down in its tracksthen illuminated me.

This feeling, this warmth, this joy, this comfort, I knew it. I’ve felt it before.

My legs were healed and strengthened beneath me,

as if they were upheld on Your shoulders once again.

My wounds were filled with new flesh,

and the blood on my skin was washed away.

My nostrils felt living air breathed into them,

and my heart could once again beat. Death didn’t keep You from me.

No chains were strong enough to separate You and I. You came back to me while I was unworthy and despairing.

What love is this that You died for me?

What love is this that You survive for me?

What love is that that You abide in me?

Yet there You are.

I am forever on Your shoulders.